Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.